It's 4am and the night's asleep
with you dancing from doorstep to doorstep
bathed in the sweet narcotic of possibility.
carefree, in the moment, alive, we grasp hands
and let silence sink into sound
before happiness,
tethered and bound,
and sadness
broken, unfound,
but only in passing, starts an anthem in the dark
--a hybrid of chants, chance, and dream.
we press our foreheads together as the earth spins
and from it we release.

----------------Now playing: Imogen Heap - The Walk

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Meet the Author

Hi, I am Julie.
Sometimes Jules Juke.
This is where I ramble, reflect, and refocus.